Tuesday, January 04, 2005

Train of thoughts

It was over now.

As he looked at the moving railway tracks, he thought of all that had passed in the past few days. It had been like living in a dream within a dream. He had never imagined that it would have been like this.

The chatter of the people around her floated past him. He was staring at the tracks and was hypnotised by them. A million thoughts went through his head; but they were all about what had happened over the last couple of weeks. He was a different person now.

His thoughts carried him back to the night when they were running down the path in the middle of the night. He remembered the scampering and the winding path, where they stopped midway because they realised that there was no one behind them.

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She remembered the scampering and the winding path, where they stopped midway because they realised that there was no one behind them. Her thoughts carried her back to the night when they were running down the path in the middle of the night.

She was a different person now. A million thoughts went through her head; but they were all about what had happened over the last couple of weeks. She was staring at the tracks and was hypnotised by them. The chatter of the people around him floated past her.

She had never imagined that it would have been like this. It had been like living in a dream within a dream. As she looked at the moving railway tracks, she thought of all that had passed in the past few days.

There's something that I want to say about this particular bit or writing, something in particular that it brings to mind, but I can't put a finger to exactly what it is. I know how stupid that sounds, but I thought I'd say it none the less. Will think very hard :) and come out with a proper response. Intriguing, intriguing.

About Me

There is a magic in the air that permeates through the very soul of my existence. There is a stillness in the night that floods my senses beyond my imagination. There is a madness inside of me that overflows in everything that I create. There is a past behind me that is overcrowded with memories that drain me out.